There is an emptying, a lightning, that suffuses this body in the woods. Almost like microscopic Swiss cheese, this body grows gossamer light and airy. An effortless pulling on the heart leads, the muscles of the body respond and support the pull. Movement so effortless it feels like floating to keep up with my heart.
Thinking stops, the lightest infusion of knowing takes over.
THIS is living. (Not that cluttered confusion out there.)
Such is the way of the woods.
God, I invite you in forever.
Norma Van Horn